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luke laid in bed beside michael, a cigarette between michael's lips. the younger boy rolls to his boyfriend with a huge grin.

"i wanna go to heaven, mikey!"

he hisses, but this time around his voice sounds oddly sinister, enough to scare away a child.

"i know you do, luke."

michael huffs, his eyes scanning luke's flat and he eyes a bottle of luke's anti depressants.

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